You said the price was final, But you're willing to haggle I fold my arms and wait for you, But you treat me like the rabble.
'Cause I thought it was love, baby, When I kissed you in the kitchen, It wasn't no dove, just a white pigeon. There's a hole in my pocket, And there's a brand [bad word] charm by your silver locket.
Kicked in the [bad word] and thinking Just to never do correction, And when [bad word] to the gadgets, baby, I hope I made the right selection.
'Cause I thought it was love, baby, When I kissed you in the kitchen, It wasn't no dove, darlin', just a white pigeon. There's a hole in my pocket, And there's a brand [bad word] charm by your silver locket.
Atlas [bad word] here on Planet Claire, With his lead umbrella for the acid rain. He put the Earth down, and stuck out his thumb, And he hitched a ride out on the Freeway of the Plains.
Won't you bury my body By the broken dam of reason, And when you chisel my epitaph, Leave out the part about the treason.
'Cause I thought it was love, baby, When I kissed you in the kitchen, It wasn't no dove, just a white pigeon. There's a hole in my pocket, And there's a brand [bad word] charm by your silver locket

I saw you sighing by your window bright, Touch my heart to be your acolyte Sip fire-water from the golden cup Drinks at my bedside, as I